Tang Huan drank the wine from his small glass, picked up a chicken leg for each of the old couple, and finally picked one for himself.

The chicken legs were fried, but Comrade Xing Cui wanted to braise them, but Tang Huan suggested frying them instead.

The marinated chicken legs are wrapped in flour, the outer layer is crispy and crunchy, and the chicken meat inside is still tender.

It would be nice to have a Coke at this time!

I miscalculated. I should have prepared some soda for the family.

The Spring Festival Gala started on TV and the host's pleasant voice came out.

They ate leisurely while watching the show, and if they came across an interesting show, the three of them would comment on it.

After dinner, the old couple cleaned up the dishes and didn't let her help. Tang Huan sat on the sofa and continued watching.

According to the custom, they have to stay up all night tonight. The old couple said that Meng Zeyu had always been the only one who did so before.

Now that he is gone, Tang Huan is prepared to let her take care of him.

Staying up late is not good for your health when you are older. She is young and should be able to endure it.

After washing the dishes, the old couple stayed with her until after ten o'clock. Unable to bear it any longer, Tang Huan asked them to go to bed.

Meng Qinghe wanted to hold on a little longer because he had to set off firecrackers on New Year's Eve, and he was afraid that Tang Huan would not dare to do so.

With the experience of setting off firecrackers in the previous two days, Tang Huan was quite confident that it would not be difficult to light it and run away.

In the end, Tang Huan said that she couldn't let go and called him again, and only then did she coax Meng Qinghe away.

The party didn't end until half past twelve in the evening. Tang Huan took a small blanket to cover himself and leaned on the sofa to watch.

At around eleven o'clock, the door seemed to make a noise, but she thought it was the wind and didn't pay any attention to it.

Suddenly, a hand lifted the door curtain. Tang Huan, who was almost tempted away by sleepiness, woke up instantly and stood up barefoot.

Will there be a thief at home on New Year’s Eve?

The door curtain was lifted and Meng Zeyan stepped into the threshold.

"You...why are you back?" Tang Huan let out a long breath, her heart in her throat.

When Meng Zeyan saw her standing on the ground without shoes, he quickly walked over, put his arm around her waist and lifted her up to the sofa, then quickly let go of her hand after she stood firmly.

He felt cold, all over.

"I want to come back and see you."

After having New Year's Eve dinner with the soldiers, he drove back, with only one thought in his mind: to see her.

Tang Huan sat down and picked up the blanket he had just hastily thrown down and covered himself with it. He patted the seat next to him and asked him to sit down. "Let's celebrate the New Year together."

It's less than half an hour until twelve o'clock.

Meng Zeyan didn't sit down. He walked to the stove to warm up first. When he felt it was about time, he walked over to Tang Huan and sat down.

After he sat down, Tang Huan squeezed next to him and gave him half of the blanket.

Seeing that there was still enough blanket on her side, Meng Zeyan covered himself with the blanket.

He was wearing the clothes that Tang Huan bought for him, which he had specially changed into after having dinner with the soldiers.

Leaning her head on his arm, Tang Huan asked softly, "When are you leaving?"

She knew in her heart that he would only be back for a short while.

Meng Zeyan didn't answer what time she would leave, but instead asked her, "What time do you plan to stay until?"

Tang Huan's goal was to stay up all night, but that would depend on the actual situation. "Stay up until you're too sleepy."

Meng Zeyan smiled and said, "Then I'll wait until you're too sleepy, then I'll leave."

Tang Huan rubbed his head on his arm and said nothing more, watching the Spring Festival Gala quietly.

At 11:59, the host began to count down.

With the sound of three, two, one, the bells ring and the new year arrives.

Under the blanket, two people held hands tightly.

"Happy New Year, Meng Zeyan." Tang Huan looked up at him and smiled.

He was too tall, she couldn't even get close to his shoulders, and she had to look up to see him.